Xe'ra Si's legendary culture - more updates[25]
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Bwonsamdi's the Other Side was completely destroyed.
It used Primordial Grip Totem that it got from nowhere to disrupt the power of Mueh'zala, and burned all the anima stored in the Other Side to restrain its terrible adoptive father.
It knows that this is not enough to fight against this death Lesser God, so Winter Queen here at Overmind is Bwonsamdi's final "reinforcement".
It's hard to tell whether Bwonsamdi had expected this day when he shamelessly chose to cover his own the Other Side on Ardenweald despite the contempt and disgust of Night Fae members.
But there is no doubt that Bwonsamdi perfectly took advantage of Winter Queen's dislike of it, and this strategy was really successful.
It took a gamble.
It won the bet, and it won big.
Not only are there "Sun God reserves" like Vigilant who serve as his fierce thugs today, but there are also Force True God like Winter Queen who help him move out of Ardenweald, who is disgusting, supporting him behind the scenes.
So is this how the Justice Walkers feel when they cheat?
Damn it!
This is so cool!
Bwonsamdi was extremely weak, lying on his totem pole, with a smile like a fool, admiring the scream of Mueh'zala trapped in the soul net in front of him.
That was the powerful bombardment of Winter Queen mobilizing Ardenweald.
The giant spirit body of the ancient god of death is experiencing "Winter of Life", House of Plagues, aging, decay, weakness, and all the concepts related to the symbol represented by Winter Queen are taking turns, causing Mueh'zala's body to be broken into pieces like rotten wood under the scorching sun, like the rocks that were frozen and cracked in the cold wind.
Layers after layers of energy dust flew from the surface of Mueh'zala's body. This guy may have known that he would not survive.
It knew that its eager adopted son would never allow it to return again, so it could only use its last strength to grab the weak Bwonsamdi with unwillingness and anger.
Old Bwonsamdi was shocked.
It fell to the ground, howled and retreated on its hands and knees, and the result of being hit by Mueh'zala's final blow of "Deathrattle" was terrifying to the naked eye.
But in the end, before the big hand with the aura of death touched Bwonsamdi, Sunstrider Warhammer roared over and wrapped in Solar Fist's light, hitting Mueh'zala's body.
Under the simultaneous "service" of the two powerful forces of Winter Queen and Sun God, the dead Lesser God finally accelerated its demise with an unwilling roar.
Its giant spirit body collapsed, and the "flesh and blood" of the fingers were peeled off, first turning into white bones, and finally even the bones collapsed like quicksand. After everything was quiet, only a floating crimson ball of Anima Orb was left among the ruins of the Other Side.
That is the core power of Mueh'zala manifested.
The noble red color symbolizes the power inheritance of its "Lesser God".
Diakum doesn't like this thing. After all, the Sun God inheritance he now has is the only "True God Inheritance" among the stars.
But for a guy like old Bwonsamdi who only thinks about "eating and waiting to die", his old father left him such a rich "Legacy", so what kind of bicycle is needed?
Bwonsamdi almost screamed like a "vicious dog pounces on its food" and rushed forward, grabbed the Anima Orb, and when it rolled to the ground, he put it into a container like an "urn" with trembling hands.
It's not that it doesn't want to "eat" now.
The main reason is that it is too weak now. In this case, the Anima Orb that eats Mueh'zala will most likely be weak and explode and die.
After tying the urn tightly to his body, the weak Bwonsamdi grabbed the totem pole and climbed up. He looked at Diakum who strode over and grabbed Sunstrider Warhammer who had hit the ground.
Vigilant looked at it with gentle eyes, waved his hand and said:
"This deal is settled and everything is settled between us."
"Plop"
The shameless old Trolls knelt down to Diakum on the spot.
Before Dick pulled it up, old Bwonsamdi kowtowed several times as fast as a jingle bell.
It's certainly not just a thank you.
It is better to use an "exaggerated" and "funny" performance to enhance its sincere gratitude at this time. After a while, it will go to Winter Queen's Heart of the Forest palace to kowtow a few more times.
What?
Do you think this kind of performance is too shameless?
Silly boy!
Look at what Bwonsamdi paid and got in return? With such a terrifying rate of return, what's the point of kowtowing a few times?
And this is a life-threatening matter, so why do you have any shame at this time?
Bwonsamdi feels clear in his heart that today's battle is really the One's chance to get rid of Mueh'zala's control and coercion permanently.
Bwonsamdi has really been waiting for this day for countless years, only to have a "helper" like Diakum who can surpass his terrifying adoptive father in terms of absolute strength, and whose moral level is high enough that he can trust him.
To be honest, the survival of Material World, the crisis of reality being reshaped, and the future of death expeditions to all worlds are all too far away for Bwonsamdi.
It is just a selfish god of death, and it has never hidden this fact.
Its only idea now is to get rid of its horrible adoptive father as soon as possible. It has really had enough of being like a puppet under the control of Mueh'zala to complete a job it doesn't like at all.
Horse riding.
The last task Mueh'zala gave himself was to find a way to kill Rezan!
This really forces Bwonsamdi to stand on the opposite side of Trolls civilization and even the entire Azeroth. If Bwonsamdi has a little bit of brainpower, he will know that he cannot continue like this.
If you make another wrong step, you will really have no way to "cleanse yourself".
But to be honest, if there is no "heterogeneous" like Diakum in this world line, then it would be a perfect plan to follow the career arranged by Mueh'zala and hold on to the thigh of Eternal Ones.
However, when Bwonsamdi clearly knows that he can do what he likes happily and freely under the sun, and there is no conspiracy on the table, how can he be willing to bet everything on that Zovaal who looks so abnormal?
Choose!
Stupid mortals always expect more things to satisfy their insatiable desires. But bugs like them simply cannot understand that when faced with major choices in life, some choices are the greatest happiness!
A racial death god like it, in the context of Force Conflict, needs to do its best even just to survive.
Do ordinary people know about all these predicaments?
No.
They don't know, they just think that the old Bwonsamdi world is Invincible.
So, what else is there to say about a bug like this?
Just wish them happiness and that's it.
Ignorance is bliss.
"This terrible day was finally overcome with the help of you and the kind queen."
Bwonsamdi was pulled up by Diakum with a sigh on his face. It looked around at the Other Side, which had completely collapsed. It hypocritically wiped its eyes that had no tears at all, and sighed and said:
"Alas, the old Bwonsamdi will have to search for a new the Other Side residence all over the world. Fortunately, there are countless small worlds in this Shadowlands space. Just take any one and give it to the Trolls people as their afterlife. They don't have to choose anyway.
But what about you?
Dear and trustworthy boss Vigilant, when are you going to the Maw?
You gave me this damn life, so you forgot to call me when you went there. Although I can't be of much help, I can at least tell you a vicious elf joke to relieve the pressure when the battle situation worsens."
"I advise you to get rid of your habit of telling elf jokes, really, Bwonsamdi."
Diakum looked up and down at Bwonsamdi who wanted to show humility but couldn't change his arrogant attitude. He shook his head mysteriously and said:
"Otherwise, you kid will have to suffer in the future."
"Ah?"
Bwonsamdi couldn't keep up with Diakum's brain waves for a while, but Dick didn't intend to say much on this matter. He just waved his hand and said:
"The Maw doesn't need you over there. You should find a place to take care of the property your adoptive father left you until we return to Azeroth. Yes, I need you to do something for me in Azeroth to pave the way for my return and the return of others at this critical moment."
"No problem!"
Old Bwonsamdi patted his chest and said loudly:
"Originally, I was a little scared to fight against Great Demon Lord, a novice god of death, but now, I don't pay attention to Kil'jaeden at all.
Just keep an eye on it!
We, Bwonsamdi, have always been a scene person, and we will definitely do everything beautifully for you at Azeroth."
After saying that, Bwonsamdi grinned, and glanced at the palace the One in his the Other Side which was still intact, and said in a very stupid way:
"There is a customer from Mueh'zala there. Do you want me to handle it for you?"
"Are you sure you can help me handle it?"
Dick said with a strange look:
"If I feel right, Sarkir is right there. Do you know who "Sarkir" is?"
"Hiss."
Bwonsamdi took in a breath of cold air, causing the Other Side's temperature to rise three degrees.
Obviously, it knew who the name represented, and it immediately showed its coward nature, and followed Diakum with a hesitant smile.
But Trolls, the god of death who is good at observing words and emotions, quickly noticed that Diakum had already carried the mighty Sunstrider Warhammer behind him.
If the person in front of you in the palace is the Shaper Sargerei, the third person of former Great Demon Lord and Burning Legion, then Diakum should be in combat mode.
Is this stance a little too peaceful at the moment?
He is the leader of the Eredar Restorers, and he is incompatible with a big villain like Sarkir. The grudges between these two people have even been heard by Bwonsamdi who is far away in Azeroth.
Are the rumors false?
Could it be that the relationship between Diakum and Sarkir is not as bad as the legend says?
Or.
Hiss!
Bwonsamdi suddenly thought of a very scary possibility.
This made it shiver for a moment, and it was even more frightened than when it faced Mueh'zala.
Diakum seemed to notice the change in Bwonsamdi's expression. Vigilant, who was walking, turned his head and raised his finger to Bwonsamdi with a smile on his face, making a gesture of silence.
Indicate it not to spread this matter everywhere, otherwise it will not just be a Sun God reserve who will cause trouble for it.
Old Trolls was nodding his head at this moment.
It rubbed its hands and said with a dry smile:
"Well, old Bwonsamdi suddenly remembered that I have to go and kowtow to Winter Queen outside Heart of the Forest's palace. It's not a problem to have the nobles wait, so, uh, you can go alone.
This is your Eredar's internal affairs, and I, a god of death passing through hell, will not interfere with it."
After saying that, Bwonsamdi ran away.
It knows the rules!
It knows that once it sees those things next, it will never be able to escape from this relationship.
Just like if you see the face of the robber during a robbery, you will definitely die. However, the secrets that are about to be revealed, spanning Arcane, Holy Light, Fel and death, can a little God of Death hear or see it?
How many kilograms do you have? Don't you know yet?
Looking at the escaping Bwonsamdi, Diakum shrugged and said to himself that this Trolls is just timid. You dare to do such a thing as "a father is kind and a son is filial", but are you still afraid of hearing some dangerous plans?
Hey.
This Bwonsamdi's upper limit in this life is just like that.
Without great perseverance and great courage, but with only great opportunities, you kid still won't be able to get far.
With such emotion, Diakum walked towards the last remaining temple. As the door opened, a smell of blood escaped from it.
Vigilant glanced at the candlelit hall, Sarkir was leaning on a scarlet tower staff decorated with sin candles, wearing Venthyr's traditional uniform, standing in front of the Other Side's bookshelf, looking at him expressionlessly.
At the feet of Sarkir, Prince Renathal was vomiting blood and was very desperate.
He underestimated Sarkir's strength.
Even though he was prepared in advance and even took the initiative, he was still defeated by Sarkir with a few random moves.
But the appearance of another guy here was beyond Diakum's imagination.
The Bwonsamdi that had just escaped would now be in a funny posture, with its limbs tied up by the scarlet Sin Chains, and hung in the air like a poor rat.
Obviously, Sarkir is not as tolerant as Vigilant.
It has no intention of letting go of a guy who has guessed the "truth" but is not so determined.
"Are you. Vigilant?"
Prince Renathal, who was lying on the ground vomiting blood and having his own Soulblade interrupted, saw Diakum coming over and shouted hoarsely:
"Destroy it! Sarkir is building a phylactery for my Father King to search for a vessel of terror. I, Father King, realize that he may not be able to escape your divine wrath, so he needs to prepare early.
Sarkir is the executor of this plan!
It also has the top secret of Ritual Court, and even contacted the apprentices of Primus to forge a supreme weapon for my Father King, but I cannot let them complete this task.
You can't let me Father King make any more mistakes."
"Alas, Sire Denathrius is a great man in this generation. He was born as a god and did not waste his potential. He is the most outstanding schemer and careerist I have ever seen, but he is not very good at teaching his son."
Sarkir regretfully kicked aside the broken Demon Sword that was screaming and obviously had its own will, and said in a casual tone:
"Recognizing who is the enemy and who is the friend is the basic ability of a leader. Obviously, Prince, you are still lacking in this aspect. Of course, the same goes for your Father King.
Take advice from someone like me.
When you confirm that you are doing the right thing, strong will alone will not help you reach victory the Other Side.
You think so? Dick."
"I just think that you already knew about Prince Renathal's righteous heart, but you insisted on hiding it from this child, observing it all the way and recording its every move, so that it could be used as a joke in black history in the future.
This behavior is a bit outrageous and malicious, the Shaper."
Diakum stood at the entrance of the hall with his arms folded.
With Bwonsamdi looking in despair and Prince Renathal looking in shock, Vigilant waved his hand and said:
"Time is tight, so let us hurry up and design a Demon Sword for the Emperor that meets his aesthetics and needs. I believe in the craftsmanship of Heirmir, so there is only one question left.
What substance should we use as the material of this amulet?
If you plan to catch a goblin to use as a container, you'd better give up in advance, Sarkir, I, "Friend of the Fae", will not allow you to do this."
"Hmm, boring sympathy!"
Sarkir scolded:
"What do you think we are doing? Do you think you can use other materials to deceive Sire Denathrius? He is just a goblin, not one of our compatriots.
How can someone who is doing great things be so indecisive?"
"So, are you going to come up with the "necessary sacrifice" theory you had back then? You failed to convince me more than 20,000 years ago, and you're just asking for humiliation if you try again now."
Diakum retorted:
"If I say no, I just can't!"
"Wait!"
Prince Renathal, who was too shocked, finally reacted at this moment. Prince Venthyr, who had a beautiful goatee, exclaimed:
"You joined forces? Sarkir, and you betrayed my Father King? No. No! Before you reached Him, you already."
"Well, kid, not only are you a little too slow, but your ability to ask questions also needs to be improved."
Sarkir looked at the prince Venthyr in front of him and said:
"You should ask, Diakum and I and all the Ancient Eredar leaders who are still in the sea of stars, when did we split? The answer is, never! Me and him, me and them, them and me!
We all just took different paths for the same goal."
"Of course, we've all been lost."
Dick leaned against the pillars of the Temple of Death and whispered:
"But fortunately, we are all back on the right path. When the shameful death of Judgment in his hometown took away all the past of Sarkir and nailed it to the pillar of shame among the stars forever, we were finally able to calmly cooperate with each other for the original goal.
Just because we embarked on this journey together does not mean that we have become "friends."
"Don't use such shallow words to describe the complicated relationship between you and me. That is a regrettable and unacceptable blasphemy!"
Sarkir shook his head, kicked Prince Renathal, and said:
"Erase the stupid idea of "a loving father and a filial son" from your mind, and don't try to launch that shameful and ridiculous rebellion in your Father King's court. Everything you and your party members do is under the control of Sire Denathrius.
He looks forward to using your unforgettable failure to teach you the survival rules of Venthyr.
Your father loves you.
Although this expression of love is strange, I still hope you will not let Him down.
Go deal with the stupid blood on your face, calm yourself down, and come back quickly. As a trap prepared for your father, we still have many details to complete."